Today’s news is only news in that it is happening today. The Rumour Mill has been working overtime for over a month that Celtic were preparing to sell Kieran Tierney and were inviting offers. And that Kieran was prepared to listen.
This is not the outcome anyone expected around twenty months ago when he signed a SIX YEAR CONTRACT. He had been offered the kind of deal that Jim McLean used to insist his players sign,but one with a slight difference. It incentivised him over the duration of his contract,with salary increases and bonuses built-in.
A dream come true for a working class lad,as the old Dryborough’s Heavy used to put it. Ironic,because that featured a Scottish lad who had won a trip to London but turned it down to stay in Scotland.
But Kieran is no ordinary working class lad,he’s an outstanding footballer. Just turned 20yo when he signed that new contract,and already rated amongst the top in his position in Europe. And he’s not a typical footballer,outstanding or not,who these days is only interested in the money,not the glory and the dream. No sirree. Kieran was ALREADY living the dream.
He was playing for Celtic! And he was idolised!!!
Six years,wow. That’ll have him approaching his peak years. He’ll be captaining the team,hopefully as one of The Legends who completed The Ten. He’ll have his place cemented into the history of the club,his parents’ display cabinet will be heaving with medals and awards. And still plenty of time for more!
I’ll bet he was one happy Bhoy when he signed that contract only twenty months ago. And I’ll bet that only three months ago he was still a happy Bhoy,content with all he surveyed-bar his injury,but the surgeons were more than happy with that,so why should he not be?
Nope,everything in the garden is looking rosy,the troops look good for the Treble Treble and he can’t wait to get back into action and keep the records piling up.
So,at what stage did all of the above change? What happened to turn Kieran Tierney from a young über-Tim who was living the dream with a SIX YEAR CONTRACT into a money-grabbing wee turncoat shitebag?
Well,the obvious answer is that nothing has turned him into that,and nothing ever could.
Kieran is still the same gallus fella he was when he broke into the team,or when he signed his SIX YEAR CONTRACT,or even just three months or so ago. What has changed is this,and it’s very simple.
HIS EMPLOYERS VALUE MONEY MORE THAN THEY VALUE HIM.
They made it plain that they were prepared to listen to-or invite,chase,whatever-offers for him from interested parties. That made it plain to Kieran that he had no future anymore with the club that he has loved for as long as we have loved it-virtually all our lives! How must that feel…
Really,ask yourself that question-how must that feel? This wasn’t just any old employer,the local paper,a wee plumbers,a chippie that he’d fallen into when he left school. This employer was the heart and soul of EVERYTHING that his life revolved around. And now he was seeing the heartless and soulless side of the operation,a side which knew nothing of anything but a fast buck.
Kieran was faced with no choice whatsoever but to leave under those circumstances. Anyone who says he could have stuck to his SIX YEAR CONTRACT and brassed it out is living in Cloud Cuckoo Land. Anyone who is even remotely thinking of laying the blame at the feet of a 22yo lad who thought he was living the dream needs to take a good bloody look at reality.
For we have been here before over the last fifteen years or so,and increasingly often as the power and moneylust of our dictator-let’s just call him what he is,for once!!!-overrides every footballing concern. He decides,we just adapt. It’s pathetic.
Expectation management achieved its long term purpose with the sale of Kieran. Not so long ago,the board still feared the wrath of the fans. Now,there are no longer any fears of pitchforks in the car park. Just congratulatory backslaps as we cheer The Glorious Balance Sheet while reading utter shite from brown-nosing bloggers about being a well run club.
We are nothing worse than asset strippers,of the type who would give capitalism a bad name.
We are supposed to have Non Executive Directors and a Board-to which the dictator,laughably,is meant to report-running our club,bust from what I see,they are all sitting on their arses watching a man taking fortunes out of the club even as they watch him forcing Kieran out of the door.
Au revoir,Kieran. I can recommend The Somers Town Coffee House near Euston on occasion when I’m visiting my nephew. Go and make yourself one of the finest players in Europe in ANY position. Do it without worrying about getting maimed by a hammerthrower up here.
Go with the blessing of everyone who has a couple of brain cells and loves Celtic as much as you do. You might not have made The Ten,but we know and you know it was hardly your choice.
You’re already a legend. And always will be.